Las night I was in the bar
A sticky situation was coming around
Four, five guys climbing up the wall
And Jeff, the motherfucker asking for a ride
Oh damn! It didn't feel right! (No! No!)
It didn't feel right! (No! No!)
It didn't feel right! (No! No!)
It didn't feel right!
“Where are you taking me Jeff?
The road leads to nowhere?”
“Oh Lewis! I'm glad you're asking!
I just know, I've got this fever”
“Hey man! Take me back now!”
“No Lewis! I've got a fuzz”
“You know I've got a gun
Three sure shots and you are out!”
“Fine! But shoot me in the head!”
“No Jeff, just fuzz the gas”
We're burning out
Jeff's the one who's got the fever
We fuzz the gas
Fu-fu-fu-fucking Jeff...
Wooooooooooooooooohhhhh
Fine, but shoot me in the head!
We're burning out
Jeff's the one who's got the fever
We fuzz the gas